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As the name implies, the so-called "Storytelling Society" is a gathering of people to tell stories.

However, at this moment, the people gathered in this mansion are probably the best storytellers in the entire history of mankind, and it won't be much easier to stand out from them and win the victory than the first time man landed on the moon.

In fact, although the fantasy bestselling female author beside Zhang Heng had leapt to become the most money-sucking author at the time with a certain series, and already had a terrifying fortune of almost 7 billion pounds in 18 years, with her current writing skills of less than lv3, she was probably definitely in the more backward section of the house, if not the bottom of the pile.

So it seems that it's simply unrealistic for her to get out of here, but Zhang Heng noticed that the fantasy bestselling female author showed a leap of faith when the story meeting started.

You could certainly interpret this as every creator's self-confidence, after all, people whose works sell out big, movies, toys, games, theme parks, and everything else should now be nurtured by solid sales figures even if they originally lacked confidence in themselves.

But by the time this issue of storytelling really began, Zhang Heng knew exactly where the confidence of the fantasy bestselling female author came from.

The hobbit housekeeper walked to the fireplace and bowed to the group of writers in the room first, "Welcome to this month's storytelling session, but before the story begins, I would like to introduce a new friend to you all."

The hobbit housekeeper paused here and looked somewhere, "Zhang Heng, he is a rising star in the literary world who has recently begun to emerge and has published novels that have been well received by readers and critics alike."

There was very little applause from the crowd, not only because no one had heard of the name, but also because Zhang Heng had chosen his camp as soon as he entered the room, making at least half of the people here look at him unfavorably.

It was good that the fantasy bestselling female author and others applauded very enthusiastically, so that the atmosphere was not cold.

The hobbit housekeeper was next to stop talking nonsense, "The theme of this issue's creation was announced at the end of last month's storytelling session as an eye-opener, and I'm sure you're all ready with your own stories, so who would like to be the first to come up and share?"

Zhang Heng also understood that it turned out that each issue of the story would have a theme, which would be announced in advance, and then the writers could use this as a theme to create stories for the next month.

The advantage of using this proposition essay-style method to compete was that the chances of a cold break were greater, and it wasn't that the author with strong writing skills would necessarily win, because most authors had topics they were good at, and if they happened to encounter a theme they weren't good at, then the strongest one might also flop.

Conversely, like fantasy bestselling female authors, the chances of someone with slightly weaker writing skills turning the tide against the wind go up when they come across a suitable subject.

For example, the eye-opening theme this time is clearly more of an examination of the author's imagination, which is what the fantasy bestselling female author is famous for, so it's no wonder she looks like she can't wait.

It's not her who takes the stage first, but a French man who looks a bit like Mr. Bean, wearing a jacket and a leather hat on his head, and looking like he's just jumped out of the cockpit of an airplane.

And the next Mr. Pilot, who has a bit of a melancholy look in his eyes, tells a bizarre story in the first person about a mission he encountered on his way to fly.

His story did not have any magnificent rhetoric, nor any superb rhetorical techniques, just a big white speech that even a child could easily understand, but the crowd in the room listened attentively, and no one interrupted.

The crowd was in a trance and even had an illusion, as if there was a child's soul living in that adult body, because if not, why could the story he was telling be so pure and unadulterated.

By the time Mr. Pilot finished his story and left, there were still many people immersed in his fairy tale.

But then a second man walked up ......

Zhang Heng roughly estimated that there were about a hundred writers in the first floor hall at the moment, and if all of them went up to tell their stories, then it would probably take at least half a month for this storytelling session to end.

However, according to the fantasy bestselling author, the story meeting she experienced only lasted for three days at most, because not everyone was in a hurry to leave this place, after all, not everyone had billions of pounds lying in their bank accounts and so on, especially for some authors who didn't find much money in their times and were not too generous with their money.

This place was quite comfortable to live in, apart from not being able to leave, whether you wanted to drink, taste all kinds of food, work out, or play multiplayer sports, basically anything you could think of could be catered to, and some people had even made up their minds to stay here forever.

Zhang Heng was able to see a man in a shirt that exuded a tough guy vibe sitting by himself, drinking to himself, seemingly uninterested in the storytelling session.

And Mr. Tough Guy also seemed to have sensed Zhang Heng's gaze, locked eyes with Zhang Heng and remotely raised his glass of wine.

When the story meeting was over, the fantasy bestselling female author did not win as expected, and the winner was a Frenchman, but not the first pilot, who lost by one point to his fellow countryman, who won the crown with a science fiction story.

After all, when it comes to science fiction, this 19th century French writer is a monument that can't be bypassed, and the eye-opening theme of this storytelling event was simply tailor-made for him.

After the twelve-member jury had announced the winner, the hobbit housekeeper came forward again, an envelope in her hand.

So the throng of writers who had just been immersed in the sea of stories were immediately drawn to the tiny envelope.

The hobbit housekeeper was not sold on the idea and cleanly opened the envelope, "The next story time will be ...... time."

After saying that she turned the envelope over again and showed it to the crowd.

A time when some people were happy and some were sad, time could be said to be an eternal proposition in literature, and many famous writers had used time as a theme for their related creations.

However, the more moderate the proposition, the more difficult it was to write, because there were too many good works before, and it was not easy to take it to the next level and write something new, many people were already meditating on it.

But Zhang Heng didn't have any reaction, mainly because with his current LV0 writing skills, any theme of the storytelling would have nothing to do with him, it just so happened that the tough guy on the other side who had been drinking alone stood up, grabbed the since that leather jacket that he had just taken off not long ago, walked up to Zhang Heng, and said to him, "Let's go."

"Where to?"

"Go hunting, I know where in those woods there's the most prey."